Sunday, September 29, 2013

of nothing particular/thoughts on a heart

1.
My heart must be a bug light.

2.
Heartache is a word for a reason. That sucker gets sore. Panged. Stretched delicious and curled like conch.

3.
The doctor puts his stethoscope to my chest. Listens, nods. You click, he said. Mitral valve prolapse is also called midsystolic click or click-murmur syndrome. The most common of heart valve abnormalities.

4.
Too big, a fist? Clown or scientist? Terrain of branch and meat.

5.
Scars, teeth marks. Marbled.

6.
My hand grenade trembling. My internal outlaw, my home of all wants. My diamond in the rough.

7.
Pulse quickening. The echoes of my living on pillow crest. The start of slowness. Metronome's muffle and shift lulls me right, soft measures.

8.
I drift off to my drum--each hit a spill of ink, a flash of light.

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